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In general, they are nice. But there was one boy walking around yelling at his friends (as in, talking loud, even though the friends were 10 feet away).
The kids weren't getting the idea of call numbers. I think they were looking at the numbers like they were Egyptian hieroglyphics, instead using the math skillz they got from kindegarten. Like if a number says 940, and they are looking at a shelf that says, 979, and the shelf on the left says 970, maybe they should keep on going to the left until they run into shelf 940.
Or the ones looking for Biographies. The call numbers start with a B, for biography, then the next letter is the last name of the subject (well except for Napoleon, and other one-name wonders). This boy was looking for books on Dillenger. I take him to B Dxx. He keeps on looking all over the place, to the B C, B A. So I take him back to the right shelf and point to him the freaking book. He says, "I'm so stupid!" I tell him, "You shouldn't say that outloud, you might have friends who will make fun of you."
Then I see this girl with microfilm. I thought a coworker of mines went to get it for her. It had something to do with Mississippi land. So I get it on the machine, and we look at it, and she says, "it's in Spanish!" So I felt bad for her and I asked her for what she was looking for. She said, "I'm looking for the history of rock". So I was thinking it was a geolography question. But I felt dobious. I ask, "What type of rock?" She says, "Rock and Roll". I said did she ask for this film, and she said "no, it was on a shelf." Now the microfilm had a wrapper with someone's name on it. I told her, "You shouldn't touch things that do not have your name on it." I put back the film and helped her find books on rock and roll.
then another idiot went to the travel books and found books on Walt Disney Land. She tells me she didn't want travel books. God knows that when she looked on the catalog, and typed in "Walt Disney", the fucking title shows up. And the fucking title of the books she wrote down the call numbers for said "Fodor's guide to Disneyworld". She wanted books on Walt Disney himself. And I look them up for her and she babbles on, "I need books on Walt Disney. On his drawings. On Mickey Mouse." I gave her the call number for "The Imagination of Walt Disney" (some title like that) and she was all pouty because she wanted a book on his "animation". Ugh.
The kids weren't getting the idea of call numbers. I think they were looking at the numbers like they were Egyptian hieroglyphics, instead using the math skillz they got from kindegarten. Like if a number says 940, and they are looking at a shelf that says, 979, and the shelf on the left says 970, maybe they should keep on going to the left until they run into shelf 940.
Or the ones looking for Biographies. The call numbers start with a B, for biography, then the next letter is the last name of the subject (well except for Napoleon, and other one-name wonders). This boy was looking for books on Dillenger. I take him to B Dxx. He keeps on looking all over the place, to the B C, B A. So I take him back to the right shelf and point to him the freaking book. He says, "I'm so stupid!" I tell him, "You shouldn't say that outloud, you might have friends who will make fun of you."
Then I see this girl with microfilm. I thought a coworker of mines went to get it for her. It had something to do with Mississippi land. So I get it on the machine, and we look at it, and she says, "it's in Spanish!" So I felt bad for her and I asked her for what she was looking for. She said, "I'm looking for the history of rock". So I was thinking it was a geolography question. But I felt dobious. I ask, "What type of rock?" She says, "Rock and Roll". I said did she ask for this film, and she said "no, it was on a shelf." Now the microfilm had a wrapper with someone's name on it. I told her, "You shouldn't touch things that do not have your name on it." I put back the film and helped her find books on rock and roll.
then another idiot went to the travel books and found books on Walt Disney Land. She tells me she didn't want travel books. God knows that when she looked on the catalog, and typed in "Walt Disney", the fucking title shows up. And the fucking title of the books she wrote down the call numbers for said "Fodor's guide to Disneyworld". She wanted books on Walt Disney himself. And I look them up for her and she babbles on, "I need books on Walt Disney. On his drawings. On Mickey Mouse." I gave her the call number for "The Imagination of Walt Disney" (some title like that) and she was all pouty because she wanted a book on his "animation". Ugh.
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